every day i dress myself golden

in the case i might see his shadow

lurking in the old haunts

but when you doll yourself up

and no one is there to see

were you ever really beautiful in the first place?

is beauty measured by approval of other people?

if not, then how do we measure beauty?

if so, then is ugly the lack of approval?

so if no one is there to see you

is all that time feeling beautiful

just a waste of time and effort?

it's these restless thoughts

that keep me up at night

and i wonder to myself

does he still dream of me

like i do him

and does he still think me beautiful?